goatee

°2020.12.21.Mon | Winter rosemary

Winter pizza night
The rosemary is still green
Under the snow

December lunch
the scarred winter sun
sits low but warm

Dust bunnies still dance amidst the spinning blades But dusk comes early

wearing shorts
a wet nose nudges
dog wants to play

Lying in the snow
The dog perched on my chest
Contrails quickly fade

To save trees, bathrooms lack paper towels. To dry hands, my head thankfully still has hair.